…and the negro wench in charge of the Baltimore kitchen is getting help from her white federal daddy…

The BPD Homicide clearance rate is a cheering 36%!

With 45 Harm Citizens slain in July, the 1972 all-time high has been matched, and per capita, exceeded, as we have 275,000 fewer residents.

On one night 10 people were shot, but only one killed, reflecting a strong trend toward non-lethal shootings indicative of new gang war players. Hopefully hood rat marksmanship soon improves to the point that most shootings are lethal. Two of these hoodrats limped into an emergency room with bullets in them for the second time this year!

No previous year has had two months with more than 40 killings, and we’ve already crushed that.

The May through July number of slain is 116, also unsurpassed or matched in the city’s sordid past.

Ten federal pigs from various agencies have been brought in to help solve murders.

These ten goons will join 20 ATF pigs already on the ground in Baltimore.

I predicted federal policing in Baltimore when the DOJ pressured the mayor to order her pigs to stand down. The federal fanning and stoking of the violence in Baltimore was an obvious ploy to spread the tentacles of the police state. Other small and mid-sized cities will see federal pressure on local police to stand down in the face of media-cultivated racial hysteria, followed by “boots on the ground” [this military term is now being used by law enforcement officials in Baltimore] federal intervention. It will be interesting to observe how extensive and accelerated this trend will be.

I am thrilled. The next time the BPD stands down in the face of unruly teens and men fan out in packs to hunt the streets of Baltimore for people like me while the media declines to report this loudly proclaimed purging activity by black gangs, I will be comforted to know that a federal expert will be on hand to investigate the aftermath.

The stage that follows on that will be grunt level federal police on the streets. I expect to see the U.S. Marshal’s Service expanded to fill this role. In the meantime I’m fascinated by the developments, and hope that Uncle Tom Bighouse is fishing somewhere off a quiet country pier, far away from the urban war he was not permitted to fight, and was then blamed for losing.

A police chopper has been over my home for the past 15 minutes and is making low passes over by the local pre-penitent—I mean school. At least four times daily a BPD helicopter is making passes over my neighborhood in search patterns, always accompanied by frenzied pig-mobile deployments.

You can get your Harm City tourist brochures at the kiosk at Highland Avenue and Baltimore Street.